No cure.

My heart hasn’t ached in awhile. Not for the past anyway, and not for what I “can’t see” in the future.

Still, one year ago today, my heart was aching. I was trying to convince somebody (anybody) that I “knew” truths I couldn’t really have known then, and reading what I wrote….well, it makes my heart ache. I still remember those days, those days (months, years) leading up to the end, the final end. At the time, I would have given anything to feel the way I feel these days.

Except right now, for some reason, my heart aches.

Last year:

July 16th, 2009.

It is with deep rooted passion that I believe in the underlying truth. Nobody knows those “dark and twisty” parts of me, the parts without soul and kindness…nobody but him anyway. It works both ways really, weaving around and around until you’re back to where you started.

At the beginning of my life.

One comment

  1. Well I wrote your name and burned it
    See the color of the flame
    And it burned out the whole spectrum
    As if you were everything
    Mine just burned gold
    A normal flame
    I am not anything
    And all that I remember is the feeling of waking up
    We were kids you were the sun to which my eyes would not adjust
    Find More lyrics at http://www.sweetslyrics.com
    We were kids I was a fountain you could never drink enough
    Then came all the boys who swept you up playing careless with your heart
    Every night there was a new girl sitting beside me in my car
    Something dies when you grow older
    But you do the best you can
    I am glad
    I am glad
    You found a good man

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